Chapter 9 - Storm Before The Calm

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Junebug moans loudly, moving her head from side to side, as she comes to a rapturous climax. Big Dick's head is down between her legs. Sounds of his slurping fill the room. As he pulls away, puncture marks line the inside of her thighs, as blood runs down her legs. His eyes are bright and red and his face and his mouth is sopping with blood. Junebug is pure white.

"Damn, Dick, you're on fire tonight.

"Yep."

"You haven't fed like that in a month of Sundays," she adds,

Big Dick walks to the window. He stares out into the dimming light. His wife-beater T-shirt is soaked with sweat.

Wiping his mouth on his arm, he takes takes out a worn toothpick and chews on the ragged end. "You're hot yourself, baby."

"What's the occasion?" she asks.

Big Dick pushes his toothpick to one side and lights a cigarette.

"Must be the storm before the calm."

June heads to the bathroom to freshen up. Looking in the mirror at Big Dick at the window, her stare turns ice-cold.

"Could it be the smell of fresh meat that blew into town?"

Big Dick ignores her.

"Maybe..." he hesitates.

"What?"

Blowing blue smoke toward the ceiling, he finishes the thought.

"Maybe she knows what her sister knew."

Exiting the bathroom, she smoothes her dress, fluffs her big hairdo and crosses the room.

Taking the cigarette from his hand, she crushes it out in a nearby ashtray and quietly says, "These things'll kill you."

They grin.

"You're not careful, we'll get a repeat performance by the State boys. And our little gold-plated party'll be flushed."

"I just want what's rightfully ours," he says.

"You will."

"I'm gonna find it..."His eyes grow wild with terror, "If it's the last thing I do."

She pats the side of his face and says, "And you know jus' who's gonna lead us straight to it."

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